A Soldier's Wife I remember when I was young, with dreams to have a good husband and a supportive family in future. I was 18 when my hands were yellowed. It was very delighting that time, to obtain my hand-holder with whom I am gonna be traveling a long journey. After spending a stint together, we had two girls. Till that everything was fine but an epistle ruined every dream I had seen. My husband was commanded to join a serious mission at Amritsar. There itself I recognized that Surya was a Soldier. I queried that why did he hid this from me? My parents-in-law replied that they didn't want me to not be a part of their family, by marrying their son. Inevitably, I had to relocate to Amritsar with weeps in heart about the fragments of my dreams. From there me and my family became a part of a nomadic life, moving from station to station, me being separated from my husband for long stretches of time. There was always a constant fear that my hand-holder is somewhere near the sensitive areas in the country... At that time it was a huge challenge for me to look after my two girls' nourishment and education, as well as, giving time to family. The only respite from the toil every year was when Surya would come home for a few days on his leave. For us words were less to interact after a long time, but it was transient meeting him...just once in a blue moon. Though, my family didn't hesitate to make me happy always. On the other hand, my child-hood friends used to praise about their husbands in front of me, trying to make me envious. But I knew that their husbands were worth praising while mine was worth remembering. I would not hesitate in calling myself, Surya's shadow. As I am equally a part of living a nomadic life like him. Moreover, there isn't much difference between us. I just protect my family in a corner bearing with tribulations, while he protects every Indian families, in which we indeed included. And that's the words of pride to say...
